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midnightmayhem13 · 10 months

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Only bought this dress so you could take it off

nsfw headcanons for the ladies! minors dni nd enjoy!🩶

carol danvers

•obviously has a captain kink

•she's a hardcore dom and loves being rough

•definitely has a lot of strap ons

•she loves when you wrap her arms and legs around her

•goes crazy when you pull her hair

•she has a big praise kink nd loves when she knows she making you feel good

•def loves missionary

•grips you rlly hard on the hip nd always leaves faint bruises

•loves staring at the scratches on her back

•leaves neck kisses while she pounds into u

•so many nicknames

•loves making you scream so ppl can hear

•doesn't like quickes cuz she needs to admire you

•leaves love bites all over ur body

•will eat it from the back

•gets so needy for your body

•she's obsessed with you

•stares at you lovingly and making you shy under her gaze

•her pupils get so big

•while grope you ass nd tits

•lil temperature play cuz of her powers

•when she's bottom she gets so whiney

•loves face sitting either way

•aftercare is v sweet and she's wipe you down and makes sure ur warm and all ur needs are fulfilled

sharon carter

• SHE HIT IT FROM THE BACK❕

•she loves slapping your ass and leaving light pink marks

•her favorite thing to do is fuck you from the back and wrap her arms around you and play w ur clit

•degradation kink fs

•she hates when you tease her

•has a mirror in front of her bed

•you cockwarm her when she's on business calls

•OMG MOMMY KINK

•she loves choking you

•loves to pull ur hair so you arch ur back

•makes you scream so ur voice is hoarse in the morning

•switches positions rlly abruptly

•handcuffs.

•whispers dirty things in public to make you squirm

•loves quicks bc sometimes she needs you so bad

•goes crazy if she makes you squirt

•she fs a power bottom

•could eat you out for hours

darcy lewis

•she is DEF a bottom nd sometimes a power bottom

•she's super needy

•lets out high pitched moans and whimpers

•pulls on ur hair a lot

•she loves begging, either you for her or her for you

•sloppily makes out with you while you fuck her

•leaves lipstick all over ur lips

•really sensitive neck

•while literally shake from you giving her neck kisses

•really loud honestly

•she loves leaving lip stick marks all over ur body face and neck

•wears lace undergarments and teases you with them

•she calls you mommy

•can't help but bite your lips while you two kiss

•sometimes accidentally draws blood, she apologizes profusely but you think it's hot

•scratches your whole back and loves to try to show them off

•super sleepy after sex

•she loves aftercare and you give her the best you can

•usually asks to wear your shirt or hoodie to bed

nebula

•takes a while before you two have sex

•although she would be top bc she wants to feel like she has power

•once you two get comfortable all she wants to do is you

•the fingers on her robotic arm vibrate

•she loves using them

•makes out with ur boobs

•leaves love-bites on them

•will straight up ask "can i fuck you" or "can we have sex"

•the first time she was scared bc she thought ur moans and whines were of discomfort

•stares at your face when ur overwhelmed with pleasure

•soft sex at first but then turns into mildly rough sex

•goes feral if you wrap ur arms around her neck and pull her into ur boobs

•smugly smirks when she makes you cum

•peter teaches her perverted things that u two can do

•holds you when u start shaking

•when she finds out she can eat you out all she wants to do is be between ur legs

•loves squeezing ur body bc ur astonishingly beautiful and soft to her

•super protective the day after

•when you fall asleep after you two are done she holds you and whispers sweet nothing to you

maria hill

•daddy

•absolutely loves sloppy sex

•she can be rlly rough and demanding but also extremely soft and slow

•her ocean eyes go all black full with lust

•loves bondage

•longggg ass sessions after a long day

•passionate kisses all over you

•gun kink...:)

•will slap ur tits and grope them aggressively

•loves cowgirl

•she'll lay back and put her hands behind her head and watch you feel good

•omg shower sex

•she'll love doing it in the car after a date when you two cannot wait to get home

•runs her hands through ur hair when u eat her out

•makes out naked with you in the bathtub while you two take a bath together

•grips ur jaw to make you do what she wants

•a lot of pet names between you two

•sleepy all sticky and sweaty bc she doesn't wanna leave ur side for a second in that moment

kate bishop

•she's either a lil vanilla bean in bed or a hardcore daddy

•she's shy in bed bc she's awkward in general and doesn't want to hurt you

•also doesn't rlly know what to do

•but she knows enough so you two start getting the hang of it

•you two experiment together

•she loves hearing you moan her name

•a lot of giggle between you two

•she lets out breath moans and whines

•she runs her fingers along ur curves

•you do the same and admire eachothers body

•she places a lot of kisses on ur head when she makes you cum for the first time

•soft sex

•you two hold eachother close in bed

•so many delicate kisses all over your bodies

•she's super sweet and goes super slow and only speeds up when you give her permission

•now if ur a daddy kate believe

•she calls you princess, doll, baby, pretty girl nd stuff like that

•she has some strap ons nd loves to use them

•presses down on ur tummy bulge

•teasing kisses around ur area

•leave hickies all over ur inner things and lower belly

•softest aftercare ever

•puts u in a lavender scented bath in her jet bathtub

hope i did them all justice! lmk what you wanna see next! ty for reading🩶

#carol danvers x reader #sharon carter x reader #darcy lewis x reader #nebula x reader #maria hill x reader #kate bishop x reader #wlw #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel smut #wlw smut

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avengerscompound · 9 months

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The Recruit - 30. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2656

Warnings: smut (MMFF bisexual threesome. Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, overstimulation)

Synopsis: When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it. He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time. Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out. It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

30. You

There was a heavy and rapid thud in your ears as you made your way down the hall to Steve’s apartment. Each step you took was nervous and light, like you were tiptoeing down there, terrified you were going to get caught. There was no rational reason to think you were doing anything wrong. Steve was your boyfriend and it had been agreed upon that you would go see him this morning. It was just, with the pressure of having to be the one that spoke to Steve about getting an MRI was starting to stress you out.

There wasn’t even a discernible reason why you were so nervous to do it. It wasn’t like you were going in there to attack him and you’d been there when he’d completely lost control. You weren’t telling him he couldn’t work. You were just worried about him. Even though you hadn’t known Steve at all before his kidnapping, you knew even a couple of months ago this would have been no big deal. Maybe he would have tried to reassure everyone that he was fine, but he wouldn’t get upset about it.

Now? Who could say? His mood was volatile and he’d shown that that temper could translate into violence. You were sure he wouldn’t be violent to any of you, but that didn’t mean he would take it well.

You reached the door and took a breath before knocking.

It took a moment before the door was pulled open, and rather than Steve, you came face to face with Sharon. She was still in her nightgown, a short satin number in pale gray with cherry blossom branches printed on it, and a white satin robe that was hanging open.

“Hey, babe,” she said and kissed your cheek, opening the door to let you in. “You’re up and around early.”

“I wanted to catch Steve before he went for a run,” you said.

She laughed, “You would normally have had to get up a lot earlier to do that,” she said. “That man is pathological. He’s usually out there before the sun. But, we managed to convince him to stay in today. You know -” she lowered her voice to a near whisper - “after what happened. Is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that,” you said as she closed the door behind you.

She took your hand and looked into your eyes. “How are you doing?”

You shrugged. “I’m okay. It was pretty scary seeing him like that, but I’m used to combat. I’m just worried about Steve.”

“I think we all are,” she whispered. She shook herself off and gestured down to the bedroom. “We haven’t gotten up yet, so he’s down there. We were just thinking about ordering breakfast.”

She led you down to the bedroom. The door was ajar and both Steve and Bucky were lying in the king-sized bed. The blankets were a complete mess, most of them hanging on the floor, and the very corner was hanging off Bucky’s ankle. Bucky was laying on his stomach with his arm draped over Steve’s thighs and his head on his stomach, while Steve sat up against the bed head, his fingers moving back and forth through Bucky’s hair. The sight of them both was both a relief and a turn-on.

Steve smiled when you entered. It was a hungry smile like your presence had unlocked a whole door of sexual potential for him. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

Bucky raised his head to look at you. “Hey, darlin’,” he said, his smile much softer and more welcoming.

“It’s Sunday,” you said. “I thought I’d come and hang out.”

Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked you over. “You’re wearing way too much clothing to hang out where we are,” he said.

You laughed and shook your head. This might get Steve into a better mood, but you didn’t want to comply straight away. “Oh really?” you said. “This has a maximum clothing limit?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve said. “That number is none.”

“But Sharon has clothes on,” you argued.

“She needs to take them off too,” Steve said. “Maybe the two of you can help each other out.”

You turned and looked at Sharon, she was wearing the same bemused expression you were and the two of you burst into laughter. Sharon looked back over at Steve. “If you want us to put on a strip show for you, you could at least ask nicely,” Sharon said.

Steve looked her up and down, his tongue grazing over his bottom lip. It looked like he was weighing up all his options right now. Sharon folded her arms and raised her eyebrow at him. Bucky rolled and looked up at you both with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes. “Please. I wanna see you do a strip show.”

You and Sharon stifled laughter again. She looked over at you, her eyebrow still raised quizzically. You shrugged. “I’m okay with it.”

“Who can say no to that face,” she agreed. “FRIDAY, a little music please.”

‘Slow Like Honey’ by Fiona Apple started up. The slow jazz piano started up and you and Sharon began to dance. It was an interesting choice, slow and sensual, but better suited to a romantic slow dance than a strip tease.

You and Sharon turned to face each other, you were so close, that you could feel the heat of her body radiating off her. The two of you began to move together, slowly swaying your hips so you were mirroring each other. You rested your forehead against hers and slid your hands around her waist, pushing the robe back.

Sharon’s hands moved up under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your skin to Bucky and Steve. Your hands moved to her shoulders and you began to slide her robe off, never breaking the kiss. It was slow and deep, matching the rhythm of the music. You lost yourself in it, Steve and Bucky may as well not have been there at all as Sharon’s hands moved up, bunching your shirt up with it.

You broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt up over your head and immediately you were kissing again as the fabric fluttered to the floor. Each swivel of your hips, each touch, each fast of her skin, added to the feeling that this was just the two of you locked in a sensual dance and not a show.

Your bra was the next to go, slithering off your arms and onto the floor. You moved to her nightgown next, sliding your hands over the slippery surface of the fabric before you pushed the straps down, your palms ghosting down her arms in their wake. She rolled her hips slowly as the fabric caught and it slipped free and fell to the ground around her feet.

Sharon stepped out of the pool of clothing around her feet and danced around you, her hands ghosting over your skin as she moved in behind you, pressing her body against yours. Her breath was hot against your neck and you leaned your head back and ran your hands down your body, sliding them down to your pants. You unfastened the fly and Sharon slowly pushed them and your panties down as you swayed your hips from side to side.

Steve and Bucky were watching on completely wrapped in the performance. They were both sitting up, leaning forward slightly, their hands wrapped around their cocks and pumping them slowly. Steve’s eyes were so blown out with lust they almost looked pitch black. Bucky moved forward and offered you his hand. “Come here,” he said.

You took his hand, and let him pull you away from Sharon and into his lap. You straddled him and pushed your hands into his hair as he pulled you down into a passionate kiss. As the two of you kissed, Sharon crawled up the bed to Steve.

You positioned yourself on Bucky’s lap so his cock sat snug between the lips of your pussy and you started to grind on his shaft the way you might if you were riding your vibrator. You moaned as your slick coated his cock. You were already worked up from the strip teased, you were already soaking, so each roll of your hips was sending shivers running right through you. The head of his cock was rubbing on your clit just right and you jerked your hips quickly trying to bring yourself right to the edge.

Beside you, Steve had pushed Sharon onto her back and was fucking her roughly with two fingers as he held her hands pinned over her head. She moaned and writhed under him and you wondered if she was going to reach her first orgasm before anyone else was even close.

Bucky flipped you over suddenly, so you were on your back and he was on top of you. He looked down into your eyes with a smile. “God, I want to be inside you so bad,” he said as he continued to rub his cock against your pussy.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked.

He kissed you passionately and pulled your legs up so they were pressed against his sides. When he broke the kiss he got up on his knees, put your legs on his shoulders, and thrust hard into you.

You cried out and arched your back, grabbing his wrists as he thrust into you. “Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned. “You’re so big.”

“Mmm… but look at you, you take it so well,” he praised.

Steve picked up Sharon and put her on all fours so she was over your face. He got on his knees behind her and you watched as his cock shoved deep into her. Sharon cried out and braced her hands on the blankets by your head as Steve started thrusting into her at an almost brutal pace. You leaned up and began to suckle on her clit and she let out such a loud moan, that it drowned out almost every other sound in the room.

Bucky grabbed your hips and dragged you around so you were in line with Sharon. It seemed to take her a moment to realize what had happened, but when it seemed to click into place she braced her hand on your thigh and dropped her head down and started licking at your clit.

The world outside completely disappeared. Any concerns or worries you might have had about fitting in, juggling your relationship with work, coming out, or Steve were pushed out of your head and you were reduced down to this pinprick of a moment where pleasure swirled through you, overwhelming all your senses.

The room echoed with the sounds of body slapping against body, moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. The scent of Sharon’s arousal filled your nose as your tongue was coated with her slick with each lap of your tongue. You were transfixed at the sight of Steve’s cock stretching Sharon out above you as he pounded into you. Yet even as all those senses were being battered they were completely dwarfed by the feeling of Sharon’s lips tugging on your clit as Bucky plunged his cock into again and again.

You were sent hurtling to the precipice of your orgasm and sent careening over just as fast, your whole body stiffening under Sharon as it tore through you. It left you dazed for a moment, just staring ahead blankly as Bucky used you and you watched the mirrored movement of Steve’s cock slamming into Sharon above your face. As soon as you leaned up and pulled her clit back into your mouth, Sharon’s orgasm hit too. Your face was showered in her slick as Steve shoved in deep, sending droplets out in a fine spray. Sharon cried out loudly and her fingers dug into your thigh.

Neither Steve nor Bucky were even close to being done with either of you. They both began to fuck you harder, the sounds now becoming wetter and sharper as they thrust their hips. You and Sharon came again and again until you weren’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began. You and Sharon both stopped even being able to use your mouths on each other. You fell back, your eyes rolling back into your head as Sharon let her head rest on your thigh. Each time you or Sharon came, Bucky and Steve picked up the pace so they were just railing into you both, sending jolt after jolt spiking through your bodies.

All sense of time had been lost on you and you just started to beg, chanting the word ‘please,’ over and over.

Bucky’s orgasm hit first, he thrust hard into you, grinding his hips as he released inside of you. You were so swollen and sensitive that you could feel each pulse of his cock as he filled you.

Steve wasn’t too far behind, he pulled out of Sharon, sending another spray of her juices over your face, and with three pumps of his cock he released, thick ropes of come splattering on Sharon’s pussy, and your face and breasts.

“Fuck…” he groaned and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily. Bucky helped you and Sharon move before he lay down himself and the four of you just lay there panting, completely and utterly fucked out.

You weren’t sure how long the four of you just lay there riding out your respective orgasm highs, but it was Bucky that got up first. He went to the bathroom and returned with a couple of damp washcloths, and began to clean both you and Sharon up. Steve grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the three of you. “Breakfast?” he asked.

When the food had arrived and the four of you were set up, using Steve’s bed as if it was a picnic rug, you decided to broach the topic of Steve having an MRI and CT scan.

“Steve, about what happened on the mission…” you said.

Steve sighed and picked up his coffee. “I know… I wasn’t myself. I’m working on it.”

“Well,” you said, trying to keep your tone gentle. “About that part. Maybe you should get a scan. You know, an MRI or a CT, or both? You said that they did something to you. Maybe it’ll show up.”

“I’m sure it’s just trauma,” he said. “I’m seeing the therapist.”

Sharon sat up and put her hand on his arm and seemed to be very careful about each word she chose. “You did say they did something to you,” she said. “That they put something into your eye. An MRI couldn’t hurt. Maybe you should have one to rule it out.”

His brows knitted together and his jaw clenched tight, twitching at the corner. “Have you all been plotting this behind my back? I must be really bad, huh? I can’t even deal with my trauma the way I want.”

“It hasn’t been like that,” Bucky said. “We haven’t been planning anything. But we are all worried about you. This is a good idea. In the worst-case scenario, they find nothing and you just have to sit in a tube for a bit. I used to be in tubes all the time. Best case and they do find something and we do something about it.”

Steve huffed out through his nose. “Fine,” he said. “Tomorrow. Is that okay with all of you? That I just have one day without people poking and prodding at me?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Sharon said. “I’ll let the medbay know what’s going on.”

Everyone fell silent for a little while before returning to eating and chatting like nothing had happened. It was clear that Steve was still angry about the idea, and you hoped that he’d actually go.

// NEXT

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marvelwoman-sugarbaby · 3 months

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Updates And The Rose

Hey so this is going to be about where I am in releasing new fics and how I’m going to continue to write them.

Edit: I don’t really like using Y/N so I’ve started using actual names. I’m just choosing random names every fic I write.

I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I’ve lost motivation to write some stuff but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to write it. Especially since one of the things I’ve lost much interest in writing is Something Amazing.

That being said despite that I still really want to finish writing it and get all of it out. I’ve seen a couple other creators do this thing with a rose and they update so we are going to do that. I’ll explain more in detail but I’ll be listing who I’m doing it for first.

Wanda Maximoff

Sharon Carter

Peggy Carter

Maria Hill

Hela Odinsdottir

WandaNat

ValCarol

So this is how it’s going to work:

You will send a 🌹to me by going to the place you’d normally send requests in my pinned post. You will add the name of whatever person is on that list that you want.

When you do I will write 300-500 words in one of their fics that I have. After I have done that I will post 50-100 word sneak peak for that person.

When I’ve finished all the fics I have for a person their name will be crossed out and you can’t ask for that person anymore.

Once I’ve crossed out four of them I’ll post two fics immediately after a poll is taken. If you have any questions feel free to go into the comments and ask them. I will try to answer them to the best of my abilities. I will have in link in my pinned post to this so you can see who’s been crossed out or not.

After all the names are crossed out I’ll start posting all of them. Not on the same day. Then I’ll open up the fic requests and I’ll continue to except roses. I will but the names of the people here.

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radiantdanvers · 5 months

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You're camera roll if you're dating Sharon Carter

#sharon carter #sharon carter x y/n #sharon carter x you #sharon carter x reader #agent 13 #marvel #mcu #pov #camera roll #pics not mine

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lightupthemoon · 2 years

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The Effect You Got On Me (Part 4)

PART IV: I wish that I could tell you that you're all that I want

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 5

Summary: Kate's acting strange and you don't understand what's going on anymore.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: Some light cursing. 18+ still for previous and future parts. MINORS, DNI.

Word Count: 3.7k

Read on AO3

Author's Note: man, this was much more difficult to write than I thought it would be but here it is. Title from Why by Shawn Mendes. Once again, thank you so much for all the feedback, it makes me so happy to read your comments and thoughts on this little thing.

Kate’s strange behavior only increased as time went by. Some days, she would disappear into thin air, completely unreachable. Others, she would knock on your door and crawl into your bed late at night, mumbling that she couldn’t sleep when you weren’t there. Kate would hide her face in the crook of your neck, falling asleep immediately after wrapping your arms around her waist, only to disappear before you woke up. You would have believed it to be a dream had it not been for America questioning you about it after the third or fourth time it happened.

“Tell Kate she doesn’t have to sneak out,” America told you. “As long as there’s no funny business happening with me in the room, I don’t mind her sleeping over. You look cute together.”

And you didn’t know anymore if America was just teasing or if your best friend knew or had heard something the other night, but you didn’t care about that in the least.

The only thing you cared about was Kate.

Questioning her was futile, though. The archer expertly avoided the subject, going on random tangents about her competitions if it ever came up. If you insisted, she'd come up with some random excuse to leave immediately, promising to call, which she would never do.

You couldn’t help but wonder if whatever was bothering her had something to do with your arrangement. You wrecked your brain trying to figure it out, every sign pointing to game night and how her whole mood changed suddenly.

Perhaps, seeing all her friends together, Kate had come to the conclusion that what you had was more trouble than it was worth. Maybe she was already itching to be with someone new; to make her nights more exciting, and she was struggling to come up with ways to let you down easy. It made sense too, with tournament season and the semester nearing its conclusion. Sooner rather than later, things with Kate would have to end.

Her absence pained you more than you were willing to admit. You had grown used to the plush of Kate's lips tracing every inch of your skin like a map to an invaluable treasure, icy eyes glistening sinfully with every whimper her touch emanated in its wake.

The idea of losing that haunted you, but not more so than losing everything else your routine brought.

You loved waking up an hour early every morning to have breakfast with Kate, each ordering different things on the menu so you could share. You loved how the archer would look your way every time she made the bullseye at archery practice, a grin overtaking her face whenever she saw you cheering for her. You loved her stupid jokes, her stories about the reckless adventures that drove her mother nuts, and the things she said late at night after sex that seemed so sacred you wouldn’t dare to speak to anybody else.

All of that would change once Kate decided she wanted to get back out there, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. With how she was acting, maybe all you could really do was prepare for the blow.

“Y/N, where’s your other half? It’s so weird to see you without her now."

It was a nice mid-spring day, cool light air complementing the warm sunlight. Perfect for spending the two hours you had to kill before class reading under the shade of an old oak tree, using your backpack as a pillow. Yelena approached you with a playful smile tugging at her lips, sitting by you cross-legged with her back resting on the tree trunk.

”Haha, very funny. If you're asking about your best friend, Lena, she's probably at fencing practice."

Yelena arched her eyebrows. "And you aren't with her? Color me surprised."

"I haven’t heard from her in a few days.” You sighed. “Didn't want to show up uninvited. She's been acting a little… off lately.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Yelena brushed it off, her expression relaxing. “Kate gets all in her head when the last stretch of competitions is around the corner. It's a Bishop thing, her mother is the same way."

You bit on your cheek, unconvinced. “Are you sure? 'cause I can’t shake this feeling that something else is going on.”

“I am sure that, if it was, she would tell you. You’re like her new best friend now.”

“Yelena…”

“It’s not a complaint!” the blonde quickly clarified, putting both her hands in the air. “I know I am irreplaceable. You’ve gotten really close is all I’m saying.”

"I dunno, I feel like she might be tired of hanging out with me so much."

Yelena huffed in amusement. "Come on, you don't believe that. If I wasn't friends with both of you, I'd truly believe the rumors that you're dating."

"What?" Your voice came out high-pitched, almost choking on your own spit. You sat up, clearing your throat. "Why would you say that?"

"I don't know, you're so… touchy." she scrunched up her nose in discomfort at that last part. "And you go everywhere together. She even brings you to the archery range! Like, that's something else."

"Please, I've seen her flirt with an endless amount of girls there."

"Yeah, but they just show up. Kate has never, not once, taken anyone to her sacred grounds willingly." Yelena smiled, hazel eyes glowing wickedly. "That was until you, of course. Do you know how many girls would kill to hold her quiver? And you get to do it regularly."

You chewed on your lip, hoping with all of you that Yelena couldn't hear the thunderous beating of your heart nor the rattling zoo in your belly. Not only had you held her quiver, but Kate had also taught you how to shoot. She had kissed you at the archery range, more than once by that point. You thought that might mean something too, but hearing someone else saying it made you feel warm inside. Especially if that someone was Kate's best friend.

"It's a shame Kate doesn't do relationships, really. You'd make a cute couple. I would ship it."

And just like that, you could have sworn your heart stopped for a second. You forced a smile, immediately losing track of anything else the blonde said, all of the hopes and dreams you didn't know you had about Kate pulverized into smithereens.

Was that the reason you felt so strange over her sudden silence?

Your mind traveled back to game night. Nobody else noticed the change in her attitude because she didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Kate was just a little quieter than usual, but that also happened when she was completely focused on her game. It was the little things in her presence that gave it away, and you had only noticed it because you couldn't focus on anything else but Kate.

Fuck.

Was it possible that, despite your better judgment, you had fallen for the one person that could never love you back?

—

The archer shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anxiously waiting outside your classroom. Well, several feet away, hiding behind a bush, but near your classroom nonetheless. She took a look at the smartwatch on her wrist. 30 more minutes left of your class.

It had been a whole week of debating. Kate would still show up every day to pick you up after class but her brand new feelings were overwhelming, and having little to no experience with them, she simply didn't know what to do. She'd argue with herself for a while, before turning away five minutes before your class ended to alleviate all of her frustrations by striking the punching bag in her apartment. The bag was starting to come apart at the seams with how much she was using it lately.

Kate thought she could control how she felt at first. After that night at Yelena's, she tried to carry on with her life and your arrangement as if nothing was happening, but now that she was aware of her feelings, everything you did made her heart flutter and get her hopes up for something she couldn't have. Fully settled in her panic, her first reaction was to run away, keeping herself at a distance in an attempt to make her feelings fade away, as all things always did.

It obviously wasn't working. No matter how much Kate tried to focus solemnly on her upcoming competitions, being away from you only made her miss you, and you were the only thought that would never leave her mind.

Her body begged for your touch. Kate ignored it as much as she could, but there were nights when the yearning weighed so heavily on her chest that the only thing that could ease the sensation was basking in your embrace as much as possible. When Kate was in your arms, everything would feel right again. She would only leave in the morning before you woke up because if she didn't, she would tell you the truth. And Kate wasn't ready to do that yet.

Her smartwatch chirped, an alarm set to remind her she had fifteen minutes to decide. This was her last chance. Staying or leaving. Kate sighed, ocean eyes settling on the door at the end of the hall that separated you from her. She wanted to see you. More than anything, she wanted things to go back the way they were, fun and uncomplicated, you by her side. But she couldn't have that again.

Kate tightened her grip on the strap of her backpack, looking down at her boots.

She couldn't do it.

"Time to go," the brunette mumbled under her breath, shooting one last look at your classroom, the shadow of a figure that wasn't there before coming into her line of vision.

Kate turned her head, curious. It was a tall blonde woman, dressed in jeans and striped button-up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, casually leaning against the wall of a classroom across from yours while mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

Kate's stomach immediately dropped, fists clenching tightly. Just what she needed.

Sharon fucking Carter.

A million scenarios crossed Kate's mind, each worse than the last. Had you gotten back together with your ex? No, Kate wanted to believe you were better than to go back after everything you had gone through. Besides, it hadn't even been a week since the last time you had slept with Kate. It wasn't possible unless your arrangement was so casual that it meant nothing to you.

The monster with sharp teeth that tore her up the other night was back, kicking and screaming. Her fingers tingled, suddenly urging her to forget all of her fears and protect you. Keep Sharon as far away from hurting you again as she could. Before she could register what she was doing, Kate was marching towards your classroom.

"Carter, I didn't peg you as the type to be interested in psychology!" Kate exclaimed, shoving her hands into her pockets. "I thought you had to have feelings for that specific class."

Sharon looked up from her phone, immediately rolling her eyes when she saw the archer. "Bishop, what a displeasure. Not that it is any of your business but I'm waiting for Y/N."

"What could you possibly have to do with Y/N?" Kate clicked her tongue. "Last time I checked, you were the asshole that broke her heart."

"As I said, none of your business so, you know, get lost."

"It absolutely is my business. Y/N is my–" Kate trailed off, unsure of how to describe you. Friend? Lover? The person that made her knees go weak?

Sharon crossed her arms over her chest, smirking. "Don't even try, I know that rumor about you two is bullshit. She would never go out with someone like you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What you heard. Y/N needs a lot more than what an emotionally unavailable spoiled brat has to offer."

The archer had to summon all of her willpower not to punch Sharon in the face. "Well, I can assure you it certainly is more than what the poor excuse of a prick with commitment issues she used to date ever did for her."

Sharon pushed herself off the wall, fixing her posture and standing tall in front of Kate, baby blue eyes sparkling with defiance. Sharon was slightly taller but Kate still stared right back with the same fire.

"At least she did want me, Bishop. Not sure you can say the same thing."

Your ex's words shouldn't have stung, but they did. Still, Kate pridefully lifted her chin, trying to seem unbothered.

"You don't know anything about me and Y//N, Carter."

Before any of the two could say anything else, the classroom door opened and a wave of students rushed out. Both women turned to the door, searching for you in the multitude. Kate could feel her nerves rising to the surface again, which had been long forgotten as she argued with Sharon. You were one of the last few to come out, a puzzled expression striking your features at seeing them together.

Kate's heart beat erratically against her ribcage.

Sharon was the first one to speak. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Y/N," she said with a charming smile, making Kate purse her lips in annoyance.

"What are you doing here?" The confusion was even present in your voice.

"I've been meaning to talk to you," Sharon explained, sounding overly sweet. "I would have done it sooner if it wasn't 'cause you seem to have a very irritating shadow." She sideyed Kate, who let out a snarky laugh. "I came to get you today because I thought you were done with her."

"I'm so very sorry to disappoint you," Kate snarled, stepping into your space and standing next to you, her hip slightly bumping with yours as she stared at Sharon with fury in her eyes.

"I think things were pretty clear last time we spoke, Sharon."

"I beg to differ," the blonde replied. "Come on, baby, let me take you out for dinner."

"She doesn't deserve a second of your time, Y/N."

"You don't know shit, Bishop, so why don't you just go play with your pointy sticks? Nobody wants you here," Sharon spouted. Kate clenched her teeth, the muscles in her throat tightening with the motion.

"I'll go do that but I promise you won't like it when I stick them up your–"

"Kate," you interjected, throwing her a warning look.

"Are you not listening to her? She's an absolute dic–"

"Katie."

The brunette turned to you as you placed your hand on her forearm, effectively ending her staring contest with Sharon. Her expression softened when her blue gaze met yours.

"Please."

Kate huffed in disbelief, shaking her head in disapproval and mumbling the word unbelievable under her breath. You softly rubbed her arm, silently trying to calm her down. You said nothing else for a moment, shooting Kate's nerves off the wall while Sharon kept her eyes on you, expectantly. The archer could almost see the gears turning in your head, pondering your options, which appalled her.

How could you even consider listening to whatever Sharon had to say after everything she had done? After everything between you and Kate?

Sharon noticed, too, or so Kate thought as the blonde flashed you a dazzling smile, and said, "I'll make it worth your while, I promise."

Kate knew your answer before you even said it. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish several times, and her stomach turned in swirls. Just like that day at Yelena's, Kate felt a crushing pressure on her chest, cutting off the air and making her lungs burn.

She should have left when she had the chance.

You turned to her, chewing on your lip. "I'll come find you after I talk to Sharon, okay?"

Better yet, she should have closed the door in your face when you showed up crying at her door when the woman standing in front of her with a triumphant smirk on her face broke your heart.

"Don't bother, it's fine."

Kate would have lost a friend then, instead of her heart.

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The vibration of a bowstring firing an arrow cut through the evening silence with a vengeance, a loud thud filling the air with the strength behind the shot. Far to the left.

“Come on,” Kate exclaimed under her breath in frustration, pulling another arrow from her quiver and aiming at the same spot. She inhaled, letting the cool spring air fill her lungs before letting that arrow cut through the air again. It landed far to the right.

“Stop thinking about it, Bishop,” she muttered to herself, placing her bow and arrow in position. “Just…” she started, tensing the bowstring, “Let it go,” and finished her sentence with the sound of a flying arrow vibrating through the atmosphere.

Near the bullseye, but not quite.

The archer groaned, annoyed. She had her next competition in a few days–she couldn’t let her stupid feelings get in the way of another trophy. She had a reputation to maintain.

You watched the whole thing from a distance, not sure if you were ready to make your presence known yet.

You fucked up. You knew it from the moment you watched a furious Kate walk away, your heart following after her. You confirmed it when Sharon threw her arm around your shoulders like she used to do when you were dating, blabbering about something you didn't hear because you felt uncomfortable under her touch. Sharon kept on talking as you walked, and all you could think about was the hurt in Kate's eyes when she realized you were going to say yes to Sharon.

Truthfully, curiosity got the best out of you. Seeing her took you by surprise, especially when the looked so sure of herself when you hadn't spoken in months.

Sharon was never one to show up just like that. No, the blonde liked playing the long game, texting you out of nowhere to ask how you had been. Every other time you had broken up, she infiltrated your life little by little, charming her way back into your heart like the very first time. It was only when she was sure she had you that she would come forward. It was strange, out of the ordinary, and you just wanted to know what had changed.

It only occurred to you that her sudden interest had everything to do with the rumors about you and Kate when she proposed going to your favorite diner, the small one off-campus she called dingy and gross many times during your relationship despite knowing how much you loved it, and that everyone knew you now visited often with Kate.

The conversation didn't last too long after. You called her out, she got defensive, and told you that she couldn't fathom losing you to someone like Kate. You got into a fight, Sharon said all the things she would always say when she wanted you back and you saw right through her lies, kicking yourself internally for ever thinking having that conversation was worth it.

You had only lost your time, ruined your night, and hurt Kate in the process.

So, there you were, at the archery range late at night, collecting all of your courage to apologize to the furious archer who kept shooting with such strength you were afraid the target board was going to break in half.

“Goddamn it!” you heard Kate shout exasperated after another arrow failed to make the bullseye. She dropped the bow to the floor, making you jump, and she ran her anxious fingers through her hair.

You sighed. It was now or never.

"You're too tense," you spoke. "You need to lower your elbow a little bit."

Kate turned around at the sound of your voice, so many different feelings in the blue of her eyes your heart clenched inside your chest. Hurt, anger, disappointment. She had never looked at you that way. You hated it.

She didn't say anything, just stared holes into you for a while before turning to pick up her bow and collect the arrows pinned to the boards.

You continued your previous thought. "You know, the World's Greatest Archer gave me that advice, so it's pretty solid."

"What do you want?" Her voice was icy, unnerving.

"I came to apologize. I–"

"No need." Kate pulled another arrow and shot. Far to the left, again. "Now leave. I'm busy."

You licked your lips, uneasy. "I know I–"

"I saw what happened," another arrow, further to the right. "There's no need to explain."

"Katie, that's not–"

"It's Kate."

"Fine. Kate," You said in a shaky breath, trying so very hard to keep the tears at bay. "Please, just list–"

"No, you listen, Y/N," Kate said, turning back to you, her bow dropping to the floor again. "If you want to go back to Carter, go right ahead, I don't care. Just don't come knocking on my door when she hurts you again. I don't wanna hear it."

The wrath in her voice felt like a bucket of ice-cold water being thrown over your head, your heart shattered into a million pieces on the floor. You wanted to grab her face and kiss her, tell her you didn't want Sharon, that you wanted her, but the expression on her face told you that whatever was it that you had was over. So you needed to know.

"Why are you so angry if you haven't even talked to me in a week?"

Kate scoffed, turning her back to you. She pulled another arrow from her quiver and picked up her bow again, adjusting her position to fire once more. She took a deep breath, and squinted one eye, focusing directly on the center of the board.

You could almost swear she was picturing putting that arrow through your head.

"I'm not your girlfriend, Y/N. Never was. We just fucked. I don't have to explain myself to you."

She let go of the arrow.

Bullseye.

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marvelflame2010 · 1 year

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Sharon: In high school, I was voted "most appropriate".

Y/n: Oo, self burn. Those are rare

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caroldantops · 2 years

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she’s the one i’m runnin’ with

ship: dragonborn!sharon carter x reader

summary/request: the powerbroker finds a cute pet to keep her company.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: dark (18+), trafficking, forced pet play

a/n: this one goes out to britt @scarlettwlw

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Even though monsters have long since integrated into society, there are so many practices that the sensitive humans squirm too much over. That's where places like Madripoor's black markets come into play.

The crowds pack in like sardines even on a drizzly night like this. Humanoid creatures of all shapes and sizes mill around the various stalls. Most of them are here for sustenance - markets like this one are usually geared towards providing food that can't be found in human restaurants, whether that means rare plants that can only be harvested by Elvish tribes or raw meats that would make most humans retch at the thought of eating.

Madripoor, being the city that it is, features a lot more than street food in its markets. Shady deals of stolen and counterfeit items are constant every night, usually resulting in a fight at some point. You, an unlucky soul, are one of the few humans that populate this area of town. Not by choice. If you had a choice, you certainly wouldn't be caged up, displayed on a stall like a betta fish in a pet store.

Trafficking was always a risk you knew about when you came to Madripoor. Hell, even back in the States, there were shushed cases of it happening among the rich and powerful - humans and monsters alike. There was once a rumor of the CEO of the company you temped at taking in a half-orc.

Here, though, all your fellow kennel mates are humans. You've watched a few of them get picked up throughout the night, their cries muffled by the gags. The minotaur handler must've thought you were more agreeable, because he only muzzled you, which for a human was mostly for show, since you lacked the snout to be hindered by the small cage.

The corner of the market that your stall is in is a little out of the way of most of the bustle, so it's easy for you to scrutinize everyone who walks past. Some of the patrons stop by the kennels, asking the minotaur about the prices, then scoffing and walking away. You can't understand whatever language he's speaking, but by their reactions you assume you're a high value pet.

You sigh, glaring at the minotaur as he slaps your cage with a hearty laugh while talking to a gruff looking centaur. They stamp their hooves against the ground, clearly unsatisfied with the minotaur's refusal to lower his price. Suddenly, something shiny reflects the light of the rusty streetlamp into your eyes, and you sit up to avoid the glare.

A clawed finger reaches into your cage, and your eyes trail up the arm to make eye contact with a dragonborn. Her bronze scales are almost golden when the light hits them, and you see a softness in her eyes that makes you curiously lean towards her hand. She opens her mouth to speak to you, but you can't make out the words so she turns to the minotaur and asks a question, to which he just snorts and says the first word you've been able to make out all night, "English."

"Thank you," she nods before turning her attention back to you. "Hello, little thing. I'm surprised nobody's snatched a pretty pet like you up yet.”

Your mind swims with emotions at that word. Pet. The thought should make you upset or angry, but this dragonborn’s voice seems genuine. Her tone is gentle with you as she keeps her claws tucked into your cage, but more serious as she turns to the handler and again speaks in a language you don’t know.

Her claws are sharp, and you can smell smoke on them as you lean close to nudge the cage of your muzzle against them. Not an unusual scent for a dragonborn. Suddenly, she retracts her hand and the door of the cage swings open. You scoot backwards as the minotaur approaches you, but your fear is assuaged by the dragonborn nudging him out of the way.

“Let me. They’re my pet now after all, aren’t they?"

“Whatever you say, Powerbroker,” he snorts, turning away from the two of you. Your eyes widen as she leans in to guide you out of the cage. You reflexively wrap your arms around her neck as she lifts you with ease. Her scales feel hard and cool against your skin and you shiver.

There’s no point in fighting back. You’d be dead in seconds if you attempted that on these dark streets. So you let yourself be wrapped up in a blanket the Powerbroker buys from a stall a few paces down.

“That’s better, hm?” She bumps her snout against your head. You nod sheepishly, holding the blanket tight around you. Her face is so close that you can feel her warm breath against your skin, the sharp curve of her fangs prominent in your eyeline. “Let’s go home.”

You learn that her name is Sharon Carter, when you hear her personal driver refer to her as such. The ride is silent as you sit beside your new owner, head tugged gently but firmly into her lap as she scrolls through her phone. Her claws click angrily against the screen, and you curiously eye it, wondering what could be upsetting her.

“Nothing interesting for you, pet,” she ruffles your hair. “Just boring business.”

Sharon keeps her hand on your head, petting gently, for the rest of the ride. When you finally arrive at her home, she lets you explore on your own. Crawling around the house - you were scolded when you tried to stand - you inspect as much as you can. She has practically no items that appear personal in any way, a fact you assume has to do with her mysterious Powerbroker title.

You hear her call you to the kitchen, and you move quickly to avoid upsetting her, already desperate to please. Whatever she’s been cooking smells so much better than the food you’d been given while you were caged. You sit at her feet as she puts something in a bowl, setting it on the floor in front of you alongside a bowl of water.

“I hope you like this, pet,” she sounds hesitant for the first time. “We’ll figure out for sure what human foods are your favorites. But until then, try that.”

The bowl is full of steamed rice and some grilled chicken. While the chicken is a little burnt for your taste, you eagerly devour the entire bowl in record time. Embarrassment about eating on the floor takes backseat to how hungry you are.

Tummy full of dinner, you let Sharon pick you up and carry you to the couch and settle you on her lap. The blanket she bought earlier is draped over your body, and you sigh contentedly, eyes drooping with exhaustion.

“Go on to sleep, pet. We have a lot to talk about in the morning.”

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silver-pieces · 2 years

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Marvel Girlfriend May!

Pairing: mcu!women x reader (both gn! and fem!)

Synopsis: One Marvel girlfriend for each day of the month of May!

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, general warnings for smut, angst, fluff, content will vary so please read the individual warnings!

A/N: I don’t know where this idea came from, but here we are!

Starting with May Parker and ending with Melinda May, I will write and post a drabble for a different marvel woman for each day.

Please feel free to tag me in your mcu!women x reader stories - even if we’ve never interacted before, I’d love to read and reblog any mcu!women x reader stories that come my way!

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1. May Parker ~ a friendly neighbour ~ 2.1k

2. Wanda ~ you will beg ~ 4.3k

3. Sersi ~ firelight tryst ~ 405

4. Kate Bishop ~ purity curbs my tongue ~ 890

5. Maria Hill ~ sleight of hand ~ 1k

6. Claire Temple ~ tunnel of you ~ 1.4k

7. Natasha Romanoff ~ you could do better ~ 3k

8. Sarah Wilson ~ my best friend’s sister ~ 940

9. Okoye ~ these abundant skies ~ 677

10. Sif ~ bathed in light ~ 868

11. Ravonna Renslayer ~ again ~ 461

12. Jemma Simmons ~ a cute dress ~ 593

13. Misty Knight ~ onto you ~ 2.6k

14. Carol Danvers ~ divine gifts ~ 1.2k

15. Nakia ~ fresh water ~ 2.1k

16. Jessica Jones ~ burn eventually ~ 1.6k

17. Makkari ~ blue ~ 588

18. Bobbi Morse ~ who’s your daddy? ~ 493

19. Karen Page ~ kiss me? ~ 554

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thewitchandtheassassin · 1 year

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Monsters (Sharon Carter x Reader)

Summary: When your girlfriend is imprisoned, the monster inside is unleashed.

Words: 1127

Warnings: Violence, dark!Reader, mentions of Madripoor, language?

A/N: Everything after Endgame still happened but Nat isn’t dead because I refuse to accept that reality ever. Also, happy New Years to all my gays and theys and everything in between.

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-X-

Coming to with a panicked gasp, you jerked upright on the cot your cataleptic body had been unceremoniously dumped upon some hours ago. Your body ached, muscles screaming in protest at the sudden movement. It was apparent you’d been overwhelmed and overcome by the darkest pieces of your powers but you had little memory of what happened.

You could never remember.

The jingle of chains caught your attention as your wrists shifted and you glanced down at them in confusion. You’d never been restrained before, the team usually just bringing your girlfriend into the room before you awoke in hopes of keeping you calm.

“They’re reinforced,” a cool, borderline emotionless voice informed you from the shadows of the room, Natasha’s hair striking as she stepped into the harsh, florescent light. “Bruce seems to think they’ll be enough to hold you if you freak out again but I’m not so sure.”

Brows knitting, the utter terror and grief glistening in your gaze forced some tension from Natasha’s posture and she softened.

“What happened? Did I lose control? I don’t…”

“(Y/N),” Natasha gently butted in, “You leveled ten blocks before Bruce managed to knock you unconscious.”

“That… that doesn’t make any sense. I was with Sharon. She keeps everything contained. I wouldn’t… I don’t…” an eerie green overtook your darkening irises and Natasha didn’t hesitate to broaden the gap between you. “What happened?!”

Wincing at the furious overlap in your words, the former Widow glanced away from you. If you couldn’t see the fear in her eyes, maybe you’d hold less power over her.

“Sharon is a criminal, (Y/N). Wanted in many countries. She’s… been playing you and all of us. Being a war criminal changed her and now she’s become something far worse. Sam might have gotten her freedom from the charges before but she’s the cause of all those needless deaths in Madripoor.”

Natasha studied the wall with an intensity only she possessed, trying valiantly to ignore the energy radiating from you. “She’s a bad person. A monster,” she whispered.

There was an unsettling silence permeating the isolated hospital room and for a moment, Natasha considered sparing you a peek but…

“No, Natasha,” the other version of you – the darker, powerful, unpredictable version that lived deep within your soul – spoke, voice heavy and sinister. “She is not the monster. I am.”

The cot let out a pained creak as your powers began mangling it, the useless chains falling aside as you rose from the uncomfortable mattress. They disappeared into a vast billow of green fog, the smoke swirling playfully around your ankles as you sauntered over to Natasha. Her eyes were clamped shut, lip trembling ever-so-slightly.

“You have been a good friend to us,” you proclaimed with an affectionate smile, voice shifting with every word. “Should you ever need me, simply call upon me and I will find you.”

Your lips grazed her cheek, a faint imprint of green lingering on flushed flesh. “Be safe, Natasha Romanova.”

She let the tears fall only after you were gone.

-X-

Sharon’s cell accommodations were truly lacking. Nothing like her home here (with you) or in Madripoor. She was lucky enough to have her own toilet, she supposed, but she’d only been gifted such a luxury because she threatened to remove the guard’s eyes with her toe if he dared to stick her with another person.

It’d been a week since she’d been whisked away to the Raft and she couldn’t help but worry about you. She had no doubt you’d lost your humanity and couldn’t imagine the damage an outburst had caused you. She also couldn’t help but assume they’d told you the truth about her dealings. Did you hate her for keeping such a secret? Hate her for the things she’d done in hopes of keeping herself alive and powerful enough to remain that way?

Did you give up on her?

Sharon’s head fell against the wall, oblivious to the subtle vibrations working through the concrete and steel. Maybe it was subtle or maybe she was simply lost in her thoughts.

“Do you ever see yourself leaving New York? Being an Avenger… elsewhere? Or retiring entirely?” Sharon inquired quietly, staring up at the moon beaming down upon you both.

“For you? I’d leave this all behind,” you admitted truthfully, basking in the warm breeze of the night. “I owe these guys my life but I’ve repaid my debts. I know they still fear me, though, so I don’t know if they’d ever let me go.”

“You and *Solanine understand each other now. They shouldn’t have anything to worry about. She doesn’t try to possess you anymore.”

You smiled, but there was such seriousness in your words that Sharon’s heart both stuttered and flew into a frenzy simultaneously. “But if something happened to you, I’d bring this world to its knees to get you back. No power in this universe would stop us. I would let her destroy this world until it was nothing but ash.”

She wished she’d told you the truth then.

A piercing shriek broke her from her memories and she stood abruptly, eyes wild and hopeful. There was a flood of heavy footsteps and gunfire, but she couldn’t find a definitive source for such a reaction. Whatever was happening hadn’t reached the cells yet.

(Y/N)?

Suddenly plunged into darkness, the unnerving red glow of the lockdown/emergency lights flooded into her vision seconds later.

“Unknown entity on the first floor… no, second! No, the th – is this fucker everywhere?!” the warden sounded panicked, the tinny speaker doing little to mask it.

A familiar chuckle drifted across the back of Sharon’s neck and she shivered with relief.

“You humans are so easily scared,” you clucked disapproving. Well, it sounded like you but it also… didn’t? A blend of the demon inside and the human housing said demon. As though you’d become one.

“We die from less,” Sharon laughed breathlessly, shuddering as tendrils of green smoke drifted over her uniform.

Leaning in close, your lips brushed her earlobe teasingly. “We’ll make sure that isn’t true for you anymore.”

“I’ve missed you.” She let herself be enveloped in your foggy embrace, head falling to your shoulder.

Lips trailing up her cheek, you smiled. “I found you, my love.”

“You did.” Tears trickled beneath your mouth and you kissed them away, ignoring the slight salt clinging to soft flesh.

“Now I’ll make sure I never lose you again. You have a home in Madripoor, yes?”

“We have a home,” she amended fiercely.

Heart swelling at the admission, you turned the blonde around and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. Smoke began to encompass and surround you, a storm of magic that no powers could break.

“Then let’s go home.”

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purrtylilith · 6 months

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Where you met each other

**Natasha Romanoff**: There Various possible locations like missions, Avengers Compound, safe houses.

**Maria Hill**: SHIELD headquarters, missions.

**Yelena Belova**: Shared missions, training sessions.

**Kate Bishop**: Crime-fighting and training sessions.

**Carol Danvers**: Cosmic missions, space adventures.

**Pepper Potts**: Stark Industries, social events.

**Wanda Maximoff**: Avengers Compound, Sokovia.

**Sharon Carter**: SHIELD, missions.

#maria hill x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #pepper potts x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #sharon carter x reader #yelena belova #kate bishop

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midnightmayhem13 · 9 months

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I dont like a gold rush

hiii this is the ladies being jealous over you🩶 enjoy my pretty gays and theys🩶

hint of sexual theme❕

carol danvers

carol gets protective when she gets jealous. she will not just stand by and feel jealous. whether or not she takes her jealousy out on the other person depends on how flirty they were. it doesn't matter if the person was being sweet or persistent she's gonna scare them off. but in like a nice way? she'll go up to you placing a hand on the small of your back and just casually say, "hey baby, who's this?" giving them a dirty look. but some times, if she had one too many asguardian ales or is genuinely angry. she'll send a photon blast their way. then kiss you sweetly and interlock her arm with yours and walk you to your friends. she'll be especially clingy after that. holding you close. and when you go to sleep her thoughts drift off to someone taking you from her. it always obvious when she thinking these thoughts so you reassure her that your hers and hers alone.

sharon carter

lets be honest, everyone knows you're sharon's girl. so not many people attempt to flirt with you when she's around. but there's always some people that will not get the hint or the "i'm not interested". so sharon deals with them. she'll not only humiliate them in the moment, but she'll get intel on them and make little inconveniences in there life. for example, if they work for a business partner she'll make sure to tell their boss. or she'll send her security guard to pop one of their tires, or even finding where they work and telling their boss they were breaking work code. she can't control her anger when someone tries to take you. she'll definitely take her anger out in the bed later;)

darcy lewis

darcy's a superrrr jealous girl. it's not that she doesn't trust you, she just gets jealous easily. but not in a toxic way! you're allowed to have your own life and she's okay with that. but she's sure everyone wants you. she can tell. well that's what she think. darcy's the only girl you want in your life and you couldn't care less about anyone else who thinks your attractive. darcy gets a little moody when she's jealous. when you ask her what's wrong she pouts and avoids your gaze. you'll kiss her untill she smiles. you whisper reassurances and sweet nothings and hold her close. but when she's just can't deal with you being oblivious she go up to you and the person that's trying to impress you and say "they have a girlfriend" and grabs your hand. you smirk and kiss her gently on the lips. and walk away hand in hand.

nebula

nebulas felt jealous almost her whole life. but when she sees someone trying to get into your pants there's a new type of anger. she's not jealous of you for being flirted on, but of the other person. why are they doing that when your her girl. so nebula doesn't care. youre hers and you tell her that often. so she goes up to you, body slams the other person to the floor, and stiffly holds you. letting out a husk little "mine" while planting a kiss on the top of your head. or she'll pick you up and carry you away from the insistent person and walk away. she'll find a place to sit and put you in her lap, covering your neck in kisses. you tease her for getting jealous and she'll tell you to shut up and kisses you. you can't complain when she slams you up again a door and devours your mouth and rips off your clothes though...

maria hill

big bad hill tends to get insecure when someone flirts with you. sure she'll tell them off and threaten them with her badge for violating your boundaries, but she'll get insecure about it, yk? she won't tell you about it but thoughts cloud up her head. did you want someone else? did you want that person? did you even love her? well you were incredibly loyal to her so she knew that none of those were true. she'd get a bit quiet later that day. you ask her if everything's okay and she'll respond with a yes and kiss you. but you know somethings off. she's always so confident around you and then she's not. but after that any time someone flirts with she'll literally make out with you. she does a lot of pda when there's someone that wants you. and well you're not gonna stop her bc her attention is all you ever want.

kate bishop

kate doesn't really know how to react at first. if someone flirts with you she'll just watch from afar and see you tell them off. she's relieved at the fact but can't help but wish she did more. but then she become more protective. she'll start punching people if they get really touchy. katie will be like "get off of her man!" "don't touch her unless you want a broke nose" a threatening side comes out of her and you can't help but find it extremely attractive. shell definitely be extra handsy after the fact. she will not be able to keep her hands off of you. but she always immediately turns soft and face you asking if your okay while attacking you in kisses or gently stroking your face. she'll become a big bad bird for you.

a/n sorry if some are corny😭 i'm a whore for a protective gal i don't have🩶🩶

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ghostofskywalker · 6 months

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Just Another Day At Work

Sharon Carter/Reader

Fictober Day 12 of 31

Words: 1,146

Summary: As an experienced art thief, you've been trusted countless times to recover expensive pieces, and you've always delivered on your promises. This time however, the employer has decided that she wants to go on the job as well, and you're not happy about it.

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“Get behind me!”

“Absolutely not!”

You let out a noise that fell somewhere between a groan and a growl before turning to your side. You had expected that the so-called Power Broker would not the easiest person to work with, but you would have at least thought she would have enough sense to know when to shut up and do the things that were in her best interest. “I’m the one who actually knows this building, so be my guest if you’d like to wander through the endless maze of hallways. It would save me a lot of trouble if you died.”

There were a moment of silence before she spoke again, voice pitched lower than it usually was. “Fine,” was the pointed response. “But if this goes sideways, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“If this goes sideways, it would be strictly because of you,” you hissed back. “If you want this fucking trinket back, you’re going to have to hang up that big Power Broker ego for a little while.”

One of the occupational norms of art thievery was that sometimes you were approached by different wealthy benefactors, asking you to steal specific paintings or statues, but you had never been accompanied on a job by the employer before. You supposed this was a unique case, as this was a specific artifact in her home that had been stolen and then sold to a nearby Madripoor museum (who, given the location of their establishment, never cared where the items in their collections came from).

You didn’t doubt that you’d be able to do the job, but she had been a little confrontational until this point, and you weren’t exactly one to catch flies with honey. You had done your research, you knew exactly who Sharon Carter was, and even though you did respect the way she had made a name for herself, that didn’t mean you were going to act starstruck about it.

She opened her mouth to respond, but you heard what sounded like a conversation coming from the next room. Not only was this your first time heisting directly with an employer, but this was also not being done in a completely empty venue. The presence of a fundraiser gala for some cause you didn’t care to look up meant that everything about tonight had to go perfectly, or things were even more dangerous than they usually were. The black-tie attire you were wearing was certainly an obstacle to be overcome as well, as you had a lot more of an advantage in your usual work clothes than you did here.

Thankfully, she seemed to have enough sense to listen to you when you glared in her direction, but you had a feeling that you would be having some words when you were in the (relative) safety of the car.

After dodging a few security guards and moving through the twisted maze of exhibits (while preparing to masquerade as confused and lost gala attendees at a moment’s notice), you finally arrived in the room that you needed to be in. “So what is thing thing we’re stealing anyway?” you asked. That was another abnormality about this job: you didn’t have all the information ahead of time tonight, and it you didn’t like it.

She nodded at one of the cases on the left side of the room, and you could see a small jewel-encrusted box. “There’s something in there I need,” she said as the two of you approached the glass. “And it looks nice on my desk.”

The retrieval was easy enough (you were just grateful that this museum didn’t have too much in the way of security, despite the fact that it felt like it should be the opposite). Once the security cameras were taken care of and the laser grid around the case was neutralized, the act of getting in was simple, and soon Sharon was placing the small box in the interior pocket of the suit jacket she was wearing and you were making sure the case was secured once more. As long as you made it out of the museum’s general area before anyone noticed the box was missing, you would be in the clear.

And so far everything had perfectly fallen into place. It was just your luck that on the way out you would hear whispers of an intruder on the tiny listening device you wore (that was disguised as a pair of glasses), that was on the same frequency as the security guards’ radios. Thankfully the bumbling staff of the museum seemed to have the number of intruders incorrect, and you and Sharon continued to walk towards the exit.

You could hear the faintest sound of footsteps when you were barely a room away from the gala (and the exit you were moving towards), and you knew that if you were caught here you might be searched.

Thinking fast, you grabbed Sharon’s hand and pulled her towards the nearest corner of the room, away from any of the pieces on display. “What?” she asked, clearly upset that you had apparently decided to change the plan at the last minute.

“Trust me,” was the only warning you could give before you leaned in and placed your lips on hers.

It had to look like the two of you were in the throws of passion if you wanted to make it out of the museum without being searched, so the contact was rather intense. Thankfully she seemed to catch onto your plan, and returned the kiss with a pretend passion that honestly set a little fire in your stomach.

You didn’t have to think about that for long though, because you were broken apart by a rather exasperated security guard. “You have to go back to the gala,” he said, and you could tell in his voice that this was not the first time he had caught two people making out in the middle of an exhibit.

Sharon laughed before responding, her voice pitched up higher than you had ever heard it before. “But what if we want to leave?” she asked, batting her eyelashes. “We were kind of in the middle of something.”

The security guard sighed. “Fine,” he said. “There’s an exit in the next room, do you need to collect a checked coat?”

“No sir,” you said fake sincerity dripping from your voice. “We have everything we need already.” He didn’t catch the more sinister meaning of your words, but Sharon certainly did.

When the two of you were finally back in the car, driving back towards her headquarters to settle payment for the night, you kept sneaking glances in her direction. Kissing her felt really good, and you would certainly be open to working more with her, especially if it meant you could feel her lips on yours again.

- the end -

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avengerscompound · 8 months

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The Recruit - 36. You

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 3665

Warnings: smut (seven person bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double vaginal penetration)

36. You

Getting to know Steve Rogers again was much easier than the first time around. The thing was, in the version of Steve you had known, he was still in there. It was just that before everything had been so extreme. You’d had to walk on eggshells around him, not sure if saying or doing something would set off his anger or his sex drive.

Now those extremes were smoothed off. He could still be very serious. He could still give you a look that made you feel like a kid who had just gotten in trouble with their father, but you weren’t scared that you were going to ignite something dangerous in him. More than that, when he was very serious or not playing around with you or the others, you felt safe to tease him about it.

Where his extremes had been smoothed off in one direction, there were parts of him that had been suppressed by the thing that was in him. He was sweeter now. More tender. He had a quick wit and an adorable playful side. You went very quickly from being hesitant and unsure if this was going to work, to well and truly in love with the man.

The others were right all along. It was really hard not to love Steve Rogers.

There was a lot more going on in your life than just getting to know Steve. For starters, you now had a new job as a full Avengers Agent. You were a combat field agent, which meant that if the Avengers were called out to fight, you were usually right there along with them. There were also smaller skirmishes that you could be called out to, things that didn’t need a Hulk or Iron Man, you’d be there. Thankfully that kind of thing wasn’t an everyday occurrence, and you could go a week or more with nothing happening, but there had been things. Sam and Bucky had taken a group out to deal with a group of domestic terrorists threatening to release a virus. Natasha had word of the Red Room being up and running again, and you and a group of agents went to break that up. Clint had taken a few people in to arrest people selling alien weapons to collectors in an illegal auction in the city. The biggest sting you were part of in those early months was the one where the Avengers had found the H.Y.D.R.A. base where Steve had been headed the day he’d run. There was more of that Black sludge in bulletproof glass cases. It turned out to be some kind of alien creature that formed a symbiotic relationship with other lifeforms but altered their thoughts to be more feral and primal. H.Y.D.R.A. had somehow reprogrammed their thoughts the way it had done to Bucky all those years ago. The creatures were now totally loyal to the organization.

Being a full agent meant you didn’t see all your old recruit friends as much. Collins was in IT, Qadira worked in the infirmary (though she’d come out to the field on rotation with the other medics), and Jacqui was held back for more of the bigger superhero events. It was strange for them not all to be there, but you all made time for weekly drinks at Valhalla, and when something else came up with any of them, like weekend barbeques, drag shows, or parties, there was always an invitation for you.

Then there was the whole going public thing. The group didn’t make any announcements. No questions were answered outside of no comment, or not answering questions about personal lives. So it wasn’t so much about going public, it was about not hiding.

It meant there was a lot of speculation about what was going on with the group when you all started going out together. There were rumors about different pairings, about cheating, about break ups and make-ups. Occasionally there were fans in comments on articles that suggested the theory that maybe there was some level of polyamory going on, and on one of the more liberal press sites they mentioned the rumor about polyamory with some accompanying photos of different members of your polycule being publicly affectionate with each other as possible evidence. But even that article was passed off as a joke. A public wink with a cheeky ‘oh maybe, are they…?’ With a very clear, probably not but good for them if they are at the end.

So far the whole group had not gone out together on a date. There had been pairs, and a couple of trios, and once Steve, Bucky, Sharon, and Natasha had stopped at a diner after dealing with something downtown, and had ended up in the gossip columns talking about their double date, but logistics and time had meant that all seven of you hadn’t been able to go anywhere all together.

Tonight, that had all changed. A booking had been made and the group had gone out to do that one date that Steve had been waiting all these years to do. You had all gone dancing.

It was the same club you had gone to with Sharon what felt like a whole lifetime ago now. Everyone had dressed up. Clint wore a three-piece suit in purple with a long gothic-looking jacket. Sharon wore a white aline halter neck dress, with an asymmetrical skirt that had white tulle layered over the white satin. Sam wore a very tailored red suit that hugged his silhouette. The jacket had a wide blue satin collar and he’d worn a white band collar shirt under it. Bucky wore head-to-toe black that came complete with suspenders and a fedora. Natasha wore a black capped sleeve, a line dress, with a peekaboo panel in dark red. Steve had a real gangster look, in his dark blue three-piece suit with red pinstripes. You were also in an a-line dress - blue with white polka dots and black neckline, halter strap, and sash around your waist. Everyone had gone all out for the date, and the result was amazing.

You’d all eaten together, and then danced, pairing off and staying close to each other. Given there was an odd number of you, pairing up meant there was a leftover. At the start of the night, that meant that three people would sit out while four danced. As the night progressed and drinks were had, everyone's inhibitions dropped and all seven of you danced at once, the extra person always being absorbed into one of the other pairs.

It was fun and frantic and it kept your heart rate up. When Steve led you onto the dance floor, the song changed to a slow jazz number. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your hips, and the two of you just started to sway with the song. “Tonight has been so fun,” you said as you looked up into his eyes.

He smiled back down at you, his blue eyes soft and shimmering in the low lights of the dancefloor. “It has been. I’m so glad I waited to do this with all of you.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the moment with him. He wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, pressing his lips to your temple. “Happy?” he asked.

You pulled back to look back up at him. “I am so happy. I know what led to getting here wasn’t great, but I think even before I got here, some of the others wanted to stop hiding the relationship. And now we’re not, I feel so much better. I’m so excited to introduce you all to my family and friends outside the tower. I love that we can do this. What about you?”

Steve took a deep breath and hummed happily. “I am happy. I know we have detractors and people who think they get a say about who we get to love. But I don’t care about what they say. And you know what? For every person who has said we’re sick or wrong, there have been two that are happy for us, or glad to see themselves represented by people like us. And I love being able to go out with you all. I do hate the attention we get, but I know that would happen no matter if I was monogamous or not. I am really happy.”

You reached up and caressed his cheek. Your heart felt full and you could feel his love and happiness radiating off of him. You hadn’t said those three little words to Steve yet. Now was the time. “I love you, Steve.”

He smiled and leaned in, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you too.”

He kissed you, and you melted into it, pressing your whole body against his, letting yourself sink into the moment as the music washed over you. He pulled back, just a little and brought his lips to your ear. “I think it might be time to go home,” he whispered.

You grinned back at him. “I think you might be right,” you agreed.

It didn’t take too much to convince the rest of the group it was time to go home. By the time you were back, anticipation was high. As soon as the door closed behind you at Steve's apartment everyone started shedding their clothes. They were left like a trail of breadcrumbs to the bedroom, each of you kissing and grabbing at each other on the way down the hall.

When you passed through the door, Sharon grabbed your hand and spun you into her arms. Both of you were already down to your panties, and your breasts pushed up against each other. She kissed you deeply and you moved with her as if you were dancing. Around you, there was much of the same happening. Clint was kissing Natasha as Bucky moved in closer behind her and kissed her neck, and Steve and Sam were kissing frantically and backed her toward the bed.

You climbed up on the mattress and Sharon climbed up after you. You were mirroring each other. When you pushed your thigh between her legs, she pushed hers between yours. When you started to grind on her, she did the same to you. When her fingers slipped into your panties and began to circle your clit, you pushed your hand into her panties.

The whole time the two of you kissed. You had no idea what the others were doing, except that they were close to you because anytime they moved, it made the bed dip on either side of you. Your whole attention was on Sharon. The way her body felt against yours. The way her fingers ran over your clit and pushed inside you. The way her cunt clenched around your fingers and dripped down your wrist. Your pulse raced and you felt so hot, it was like a wildfire had been set under your skin, burning you up from the inside out.

Her fingers pushed against your g-spot, dragging over it, as her thumb rubbed circles on your clit, and as it did, you did the same to her. Closer and closer, she pulled you to the edge, and from the sound of her breathy moans, and the flutter of her cunt, you knew you were doing the same to her. Almost as one, your orgasms hit, and the two of you cry out and shudder against each other.

You continued to kiss as your orgasms passed. Gradually Sharon pulled back and grinned at you. “Come on, let’s go see what everyone else is doing.”

Bucky and Clint were currently on their knees and kissing each other like they had something to prove. While Natasha, Steve, and Sam were tangled together. Sharon moved over to the group of three, as you crawled over to Bucky and Clint.

“Hey, beautiful,” Bucky said as you approached them. “Want to be the meat in our sandwich?”

You laughed and pushed your panties down, and tossed them to the side. “Oh boy, when you put it like that, how can I resist?”

Clint started laughing and took your hand, laying back on the bed and guiding you on top of him. You straddled his waist and he grabbed his cock and held it up as you sank onto it, both of you moaning as he filled you. Bucky grabbed the lube from the side table and lubed up his cock. On either side of you, Sharon was now pushing Sam on his back and climbing on top of him, while Natasha had gotten on all fours and Steve was fucking her from behind. Clint pulled you down tight against him and the two of you began to kiss. A moment later, the head of Bucky’s cock was pressed up against your entrance beside Clint’s, and he started to push in.

There was a sting and burn as he breached you, and you cried out and bucked your hips.

“You okay, honey?” Bucky asked. He stopped pushing forward and began to rub your clit. Right away, warmth started to coil through you, making that burn in your entrance go from pain to pleasure.

You nodded emphatically. “Yes. Keep going. Fill me up.”

Bucky pushed in, stretching you out and filling you, and you mewled loudly. When he was fully seated inside you, both men just stayed still, letting you adjust to the size of them. You took the moment to glance around at the others, Sharon’s tits were bouncing rhythmically as she rode Sam, and Steve’s face was set in pure bliss while he thrust into Natasha from behind.

Seeing them all lost in their own pleasure set yours off more, and you moaned and clenched around Clint and Bucky’s cocks. They both began to fuck you, their hips moving counter to each other, so when one pulled out, the other thrust in. It was intense and it sent a hot current surging through your core. It became hard to focus on anything else besides the two men. You were vaguely aware of the other four, but what you could take in, only sent you spiralling to the edge even faster. Bucky began to rub your clit and Clint leaned up and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth.

You couldn’t hold it together. You arched back against Bucky, keening as your nails dug into Clint’s shoulders. Bucky pinched your clit and it sent you rocketing over the edge, crying out as you came, your cunt squeezing tight around both men's cocks.

Bucky thrust forward gritting his teeth and groaning as he tried to hold himself together, and Clint’s hips stuttered. “Shit,” he gasped. “Nearly took me over with you.”

You laughed breathlessly as your orgasm passed through you. “Trying to hold out ‘til the end?”

“You know it, honey,” he said.

Bucky pulled out of you, and you slid off from the top of Clint and the two of you just lay there for a moment, catching your breath.

The others had taken their cue from you, breaking their pairs and moving to create new ones. You crawled over to Natasha and she reached out to you, pulling you into a deep kiss. Sam moved up behind you, running his hands up your back and kissing your shoulder. When you broke the kiss with Natasha and leaned back to kiss Sam, she lay back, spreading her legs in front of you. Natasha played with her clit as she watched you and Sam kissing. He kissed you deeply and tenderly. You could taste Sharon’s cunt on his lips and you tried to suck off every last drop of her.

He pulled back and smiled at you. “I think Natasha might want something from you.”

You laughed and stole one last kiss before dropping down between her legs. She lifted her hips to meet you and grabbed your hair, pulling you down to her cunt. “That’s a girl,” she praised. “Get to work.”

You laughed and licked a stripe up her cunt, the tart, musky flavor of her arousal coating your tongue. You both moaned and as you swirled your tongue around, tasting as much of her as you could, Sam pressed the head of his cock to your entrance and sunk into you.

In the position you were in, you had no idea what was going on around you. You could barely even hear their moans with your head pinned between Natasha’s thighs. You licked and sucked at Natasha’s cunt and Sam thrust into you from behind. His hips snapped hard and fast, jolting you forward each time your bodies came together.

You were already so on the edge, that even just the hard slap of Sam’s hips as she shoved inside you was enough for your next orgasm to start to build. Your cunt tingled and heat spread out through you, making your toes curl. The worry that you’d end up coming far too fast, so you doubled down, focusing completely on Natasha.

You pulled her clit between your lips and suckled on it, as you shoved two of your fingers inside her. She was so wet already that every time you thrust them in and out of her, it made a wet squelch. You fucked her quickly with your fingers, your elbow pistoning as you shoved into her hard and fast.

The sounds she made were loud and animalistic and she started to hump your face and pull your hair. It brought you even closer to the edge and you began to clench around Sam’s cock, your legs trembling. It was hard to hold it together, and you decided the only thing you could do was try and bring Natasha on as fast as you could.

You curled your fingers and dug them into Natasha’s g-spot, and began to just hammer your fingertips against it as hard as you could as you sucked greedily on her clit. At the same time, Sam started rubbing your clit.

It happened almost simultaneously. Natasha’s cunt clenched around your fingers, she arched up off the bed, and her legs clamped around your head as she came, crying out loudly. At the same time, your whole body seized up and you jerked forward as your own orgasm tore through you. Sam kept thrusting but it became more erratic.

When Sam finally pulled out of you, you and Natasha just collapsed there, tangled together, breathing heavily. Her fingers ran through your hair, and Sam rubbed your hip. “You okay?” he asked.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed.

The bed dipped on the side of you, and you looked up to see Steve looking down at you. “You have one more in you?” he asked, holding out his hand to you.

You hummed and took his hand, letting him pull you up. “Yeah. I think I can do one more.”

He guided you up and sat back, crossing his legs lotus style. You climbed into his lap and as you lowered yourself down, he guided his cock into you. Even as large as he was, you were so wet and so turned on that he slid into you easily. You moaned and wrapped your arms and legs around his waist. His arms wrapped around you and one hand slid up to the back of your skull, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into his lips rocking your hips with him.

Around you, the others had split up again. Bucky was on his back holding onto Sam’s hips as the man rode him, his cock bouncing and slapping against Bucky’s stomach. Natasha was on her back as Clint fucked her and Sharon rode her face.

You pulled back from the kiss and looked down into Steve’s eyes. “This is the first time we’ve been together when it was just you,” you said in a breathless half-moan.

“And it’s the first time it’s been all seven of us,” he added. “We better make it good.”

You smiled at him and cradled his cheeks. “It’s already good.”

He kissed you again, passionately, his head tilted and his tongue dancing with yours. You matched the passion and moved your hips with his. It was so different than with the others, or even with him before. The way Steve was with you was sensual and tender, but passionate and heated. You weren’t being fucked, you were making love, and as you were brought closer and closer to your release, you started to feel overwhelmed with that feeling. Your hands scrambled at his hair, curling in it and smoothing over it. “Steve, I love you,” you babbled. “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too,” he replied breathlessly, holding your hips and snapping his up into you.

Your orgasm built, winding its way through you like vines around each of your muscles. It peaked, and one after another they pulled tight, making you arch back in his arms as your orgasm took hold of you. Steve wasn’t too far behind you, he bucked up hard as your cunt clenched around his cock, and he emptied inside you.

You wrapped your hands around him and nuzzled into his cheek, your emotions feeling overwhelmed. He held you close and pressed his lips to your temple. “It’s okay, honey. I’ve got you. I love you so much.”

Gradually, as everyone finished around you, the whole group squeezed themselves into the bed. You were feeling so much, and all of it was good. You were happy, in love, and your future looked bright. You’d managed to balance work, relationships, family, and friends. There was no way of knowing what the future would hold, but there was one thing this year had taught you, you weren’t alone, and with all these people that loved you, you could face anything.

~ END ~

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